I'll be dead this time next year. The Gammon army will rise from their slumber from a Weatherspoons booth and bring this country to its knees if Parliament fail to deliver Brexit in a manner matching their very explicit and unreasonable fantasy. All Remainers will perish. Remember me.
Hard to say. Though, the ironic thing is, month after month after month, after year of Limbo, may well negatively affect things more than a No Deal (short term downside).
It’s so sad to see these continued use of emotive language like no deal, crashing out, bullet to the back of the head. All so negative and so unnecessary. And then they are surprised it’s not getting anywhere. Well what a surprise.